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Oversized white shirt, long-sleeved, tails not tucked into baggy dress slacks

(black), the cuffs of which do not fully conceal his eagerly bare

feet:  clad thus, he flaunts his ethnic heritage---beauty like K-Pop.

Kyakuchuu

Every star presented by each of those sultry summer nights

wanted to enter your soul by way of your eyes;

and every blade (or is it, "all leaves?") of grass thriving in

soil and sunlight wanted to be pressed against your dark blue socks'

soles beneath the frayed and tattered cuffs of your distressed jeans:

when, in defiance of societal expectation and sartorial protocols,

you kicked off your shoes and tossed away your shirt.

And, like stars and blades (or shall I say "leaves?") of grass,

I wanted to enter you, or be entered by you---only requesting, with

utmost deference to the ever blue-ing shift that you bear that I

may be admitted to the fragrance and flavor of your socks in my

nostrils and in my mouth, followed by the thick, glistening

strings of your core's confected SweetSeed, released upon me

during the privilege of delivering to you the body-hurl of

orgasmic pleasure.

StarSpared